Cold lyrics

[Chorus]
Cold nights in the city, and I done gone home
Got my backyard, that sh*t bigger than Rome
God, that forehead talkin', that sh*t look like a dome
Pulled up to the stu’ in a Versace robe
Cross 'em off the list, I'm a muh’f*ckin' pope
Takin' her over, gonna show her the ropes
Tryna tell them that my sh*t just so dope
In the beginning I hade no hope
Now I finally see how I can cope

[Post-Chorus]
Danger's comin' at me and I don't have a weapon
Pull up on the Snapchat, do a little check-in
Pull up to the spot, buy a couple drinks, then we muh'f*ckin' wrеckin’
Put a b*tch up for ransom like Lil Tecca
Grudges ’gainst mе, like, I'm talkin’ Becca
Welsh motherf*cker, shout out Bambino Beck-a
Call me f*ckin' Kevin 'cause I'm singing, "Fecker"
Diablo

[Verse]
You made a one, and a three
Then you act like you need me, you’re back on my PP
Fam, I'm back in my wheelies, back on my TV
Most you motherf*ckers sittin' down by Chris Breezy
Don't ask me how to rap, 'cause this sh*t ain't easy
I'm only 13, I don't have the keys, G
It's been two f*cking hours, fam, you gotta believe me
I feel like the Diva, I am a achiever
Imagine Dragons, "Believer," makin' my land like a beaver
I can't take this sh*t no more, I need a breather
Smokin' seven cigs a day, I think I got the fever
Temperature hotter than the middle-east, uh
I'm more than just priest, uh
Man, f*ck that sh*t, my heart's so cold
I ain't got a motive, but I sure got a loco
Heart so cold, it be needin' some cocoa
I'll make you go broke, bro
I'm finna go slow, woah
I been on my f*ckin' grind
Eat that sh*t like supper time
I think I need another .9
I think I need another line
Bye—what a surprise, need a f*ckin' torch to wander in the dark
Heart be made of iron, like I'm f*cking Tony Stark
Strugglin' for my life, that sh*t finna fall 'part
Fat, but doin' business, call me f*cking Paul Blart
I talked to my idol, now my Discord all marked
[Chorus]
Cold nights in the city, and I done gone home
Got my backyard, that sh*t bigger than Rome
God, that forehead talkin', that sh*t look like a dome
Pulled up to the stu' in a Versace robe
Cross 'em off the list, I'm a muh'f*ckin' pope
Takin' her over, gonna show her the ropes
Tryna tell them that my sh*t just so dope
In the beginning I hade no hope
Now I finally see how I can cope

[Post-Chorus]
Danger's comin' at me and I don't have a weapon
Pull up on the Snapchat, do a little check-in
Pull up to the spot, buy a couple drinks, then we muh'f*ckin' wreckin'
Put a b*tch up for ransom like Lil Tecca
Grudges 'gainst me, like, I'm talkin' Becca
Welsh motherf*cker, shout out Bambino Beck-a
Call me f*ckin' Kevin 'cause I'm singing, "Fecker"
Diablo